[open log] Kiss Kiss Punch the Moon

[mansionstaff]

Who: Everybody smoochin or punchin.
What: wedding festivities and the apocolypse. Wow!
When: January 5-8th
Where: the Clocktower. The moon? The doors!!
Rating: P for Pow

They had to do it now, that's what they had said. Now, in front of everyone, here at the clocktower. The stage was set for a blast of a time, as gorgeous as it could be at the last minute. The festivities were bound to be a fantastic time, even with looming orange moon filling half the sky.

At least, it was a nice time before the nightmare of a face began to open its mouth in silent congratulations for the happy couple. (Or maybe that was a silent scream.)

It was a nice time before the masks rocketed out of their confines, smashing glass and walls and anything in their way. The door was made for them, and that was where they'd stay, nice and cozy as the apocalypse seemed to open above them.

The clock tower rang the time. As the echoes of the chimes rang out through the air, the clock above door began to move. It was counting down, and with it, the door slowly opened.

Three days.

What to do, Smash Academy?

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[punchtheflute]

Somewhere, Battle Music started to play.

The result was something like a mixture of and

If you were listening very carefully you might just hear him whisper "I'm sorry...." as impact was made.

[ihateplumbers]

Bowser had difficulty in believing what had just happened -- he'd been sitting on a physical powerhouse, the sort of guy who should be sitting in a castle somewhere around World 6, and had used him to buy snacks and deliver passive aggressive notes -- and here he was, rocked to his core by the hit.

Bowser, however, affected to pass it off as nothing.

""

Technically he had been burned to death by a pile of lava until he turned into an undead creature. That counted right?

[punchtheflute]

For fear of harming his dear, dear employer too grievously, Sonny would hold back on any further Giga Impacts for now.

He would instead rain upon the Koopa King's head a series of Shadow Balls. Hard-packed Ghost Type energy dredged from the depths of his own soul, no doubt.

So like this but made of

[ihateplumbers]

You killed him. You killed your boss, Sonny.

Oh wait, there's just some circles in his eyes and some cartoon birds floating around his head.

You did it. You're going in.

[punchtheflute]

Despite it being necessary and all, Sonny felt terrible. He hugged his poor, unconscious Boss and apologized profusely through his choked sobs and varied types of mucous based facial juices.

If they survived all this, he was going to buy you another World's Best Boss cup.